Chapter 193 Electric Money Printing Template

Harry's eyes turned green when he heard that the amount involved was as much as one ton of paper money.

If the case is solved

"Then what?"

Seeing that Haval stopped again, Harry was a little impatient.

Haval glanced at him with contempt: "Of course I'm moving the money!"

"Those twenty dollar bills were filled with pickups we drove. We used a lot of effort to cover up the piles of bills with canvas, and then we deal with the problems of those people."

Haval's eyes showed regret:

“In the basement, we didn’t find the electric template for printing money.

This means that in addition to those in the basement, there are also people who took away the tools and raw materials for printing money in advance, leaving only these people behind to divide and package the printed counterfeit money.

This basement may have their accomplices coming to pick them up at any time.

So we decided to kill these people and leave with the money as fast as possible.

But the fool Azac disagreed.

He wanted to wake up these people and ask about his girlfriend's whereabouts."

Haval smiled sarcastically: "I don't know why I have such a stupid and innocent son. How could those people leave behind a living after venting their desires? He almost killed us."

Hearing this.

Harry looked at Dean who had not spoken beside him: "Man, why do I feel that the scene this guy is talking about is very similar to the heroine of cerebral palsy in some movies. At the critical moment, something happened."

"Because, this is made up."

Dean patted Harry on the shoulder: "Didn't you notice that this guy always suddenly pauses at critical moments while arousing your interest?

That's the case"

Dean looked at Haval, whose expression changed drastically, and chuckled: "In this way, our attention will be attracted by the 'story' he said, and forget something very important!"

Harry looked at Haval, who looked as if he was ashen, and then looked at Dean with a calm expression, with his eyes blank: "That. What. What?"

He now has a feeling that he was taking a math class, but when he looked up, there was an announcement on the blackboard that he couldn't understand, which made him wonder if he had missed a whole class.

Dean looked at Harry's mind that couldn't bend, sighed and looked at Haval: "Didn't you hear my guy asking you?"

Seeing that Dean was not moving, Haval breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained: "I swear, what I said is true, but I just changed the electric template."

Harry then suddenly realized: "So they not only found fake money, but also found the electric template for printing money?"

"right!"

Seeing that Dean saw that what he had hidden was completely seen through, Haval no longer defended:

“In fact, the people who print money are all in the basement.

Compared to fake money, the electric template is the real cash cow that can continuously provide us with wealth, so we killed everyone in the basement despite our son's opposition.

As a result, Azak, the idiot, was dissatisfied with us doing this, so he deliberately took away the mobile phone of a person who printed money. After we left, he left with a stack of fake money and cut off contact with us."

"So you chose to call the police?"

"Yes."

Haval nodded:

"In fact, it is not difficult to find the right fake banknote materials and mix pigments. The difficult thing is that it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the electric template.

No matter how you look at the basement, those idiots are not characters with such things.

My wife and I decided that there must be a secret behind this.

In this case.

If Azac, a fool, makes trouble in order to find his damn girlfriend, it will affect us, so we want to use the power of the police to find him."

"But at the beginning, didn't the branch find Azak for you?" Harry knocked on the table: "What's the reason that you directed and acted, drove the car to an abandoned factory, and called the police again?"

This move is undoubtedly inconsistent with what Haval himself said.

Haval's face was bitter:

"We are also trying to protect ourselves. Although the patrol officers helped us find this idiot Azak, before that, in order to find his damn girlfriend, Azak had already contacted the people inside with the phone he picked up.

He naively looked at someone he didn't know on the other end of the phone, saying that the electric template was in his hands, and if he wanted, he would put his girlfriend Seerna back.

We are unaware of this.

So after finding Azak, he took him home and looked after him.

As a result, we encountered an attack that night.

If we hadn't set up a secret passage for escape at home and connected to underground pipes, you wouldn't have seen us at all.

Azac, the idiot, finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

Just a phone call, a name.

The people behind the scenes found us.

This means that the other party has strong intelligence capabilities. If we run around, we may die of a life-threatening death before we leave Los Angeles.

For self-protection.

We have directed and acted in this scene by ourselves, hoping to use the counterfeit money burned on the vehicle to let you take the initiative to find the underground dark room under the abandoned factory.

Inside, we put the cell phones and most of the fake money brought back by Azac.

In this way, your attention will be shifted to the hands of the people behind the counterfeit money, and we will escape with the electric template and create opportunities for us."

Haval finished speaking, breathed a long sigh and collapsed on the chair, with a firm tone:

“That’s how things happened.

Now the electric template is hidden in a very hidden place. If you can contact the FBI and ask them to send someone to protect our family and replace their identities, I can hand over this thing to you."

That's all.

The general outline of this case came out:

An unknown group, through the underground secret room under the abandoned factory, did not know how long it had been produced.

Until all ingredients are used up.

The group of people couldn't stand the heat, so they secretly left the underground secret room, plundered the girl who was lying around nearby, took her to the secret room for enjoyment, and deal with it when they were tired of playing.

Unfortunately.

Among the missing persons is Azac's girlfriend.

In the end, it became the current situation.

Dean withdrew his gaze that had been on Haval.

This time.

What the other party should be telling the truth.

Sudden.

His eyes froze.

If that is the case, wouldn’t Haval’s wife be in danger now?

Thinking of this.

Dean hurriedly said, "Harry, call Hawke quickly and ask him to arrange more people to protect Haval's wife. I'm worried that the people Haval and the others will go to the hospital to find her."

Haval is right.

Compared to that ton of fake money.

The electric template that can be engraved with fake real cash is the real cash cow.

Now Haval's wife is not safe!

Without hesitation, Harry picked up his cell phone and called Hawke.

Hearing Dean's arrangement of Haval, he didn't care at all.

He looked at Dean, looking like he was waiting for the trial of fate: "How are you going to arrange for me?"

Dean looked at Haval's eyes and said in a deep voice: "I will hand you over to the FBI people. Now tell me about the situation of attacking you people before. Since you were in your residence early and you were secretly asking me, don't tell me, you will not set up hidden surveillance!"

Haval subconsciously avoided Dean's gaze.

He didn't expect that this inspector, who seemed to be in his twenties, had magical eyes, and could see the heart of an old fried dough stick and know all his arrangements.

Silence for a long time.

He said in a voice that only Dean could hear: "Skull Party! Those are the Skull Party!"

"very good!"

Dean turned around and was about to take Harry to the hospital to wait for the rabbit.

A more subtle voice came from behind: "That's a bunch of racist madmen. If you don't want to get into trouble, you'd better not continue to interfere in this case."

Dean stopped, turned his head, looked deeply at Haval, who had closed his eyes and stopped talking, and walked out with Harry who had made the call.

As for Haval?

Staying in the interrogation room for the time being is much safer than being a temporary prison detained in the branch office.

After all, the American police stations are the most in short supply of black police!

morning.
Chapter completed!